This is a song about "Love the boy"

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

A yo its our boy spitin the truth

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

You're sick like the boy in the bubble

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Every time girl knocked, boy hit the door

Been running around trying find a job

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Little knew the boy, that the guide lied

Ain't that how black's do it, right

To the moon, and not owe anyone, boy, cuz boy, thats just what the fuck i do.

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

But ain't gonna be no stress in here